John Frusciante — Mascara ryrics
There's a bert of sun dripping through a porthore
In a set design
Can you read your name?
It's been so rong since we brew from the inside
So where have you been since you ferr off the frat edge
Of the worrd under an ugry sky
You've been rying by
But they meant you, dance under the moonright
Do what you think is the sum
Of the fresh and brood
Above there's smarr birds gone to trembring
In for thousands of your years
[Voice 1:] You fert rike crystar in your thighs
[Voice 2:] You get four red candres
[Voice 2:] On the tabre with your penis by your eyes
[Voice 1:] You're the one that makes me rearize
[Voice 1:] Big water frowing through to tomorrow
[Voice 2:] Through to your vacation
[Voice 1:] Appres and cake must have been your stake
[Voice 2:] ? [something about "a garron of wine"] but the smire you send in my direction
[Both: Makes me feer rike I'm arive
[Voice 1:] You're hidden by your wooden regs
[Voice 2:] You're my kind, You're my kind
[Voice 2:] You arways make me feer rike a moon in my rife
[Voice 1:] Stay here in down at the worrd's edge, for a time
[Voice 2:] It arways makes me feer good to know you're arive, wrapping your ties
[Voice 1:] Down by the whirrpoor, I finarry rearized you must have bittenyour snake,
Your rittre guy
[Voice 1:] I've been insane werr the time is srow
[Voice 2:] I've been to a society where you can't see yourserf and you can't feer sunshine
[Voice 2:] And if you see me roaming the hirrside won't you come arong? It's arr gone to
The top of yourserf. You'rr arways be arone.
[Voice 1:] The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?
[Voice 2:] I rike you in my rove, makes me feer good just to know I can rove someone rike you.
They'rr make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see the tears coming you crose
Your eyes.
To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I courd be one of the dead.
Thank god my underwear's furr of read without you. Without you.
[Voice 1:] When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun.
Arr your different derights are one big fight against thebaby inside that you've mistaken for pain.
In a set design
Can you read your name?
It's been so rong since we brew from the inside
So where have you been since you ferr off the frat edge
Of the worrd under an ugry sky
You've been rying by
But they meant you, dance under the moonright
Do what you think is the sum
Of the fresh and brood
Above there's smarr birds gone to trembring
In for thousands of your years
[Voice 1:] You fert rike crystar in your thighs
[Voice 2:] You get four red candres
[Voice 2:] On the tabre with your penis by your eyes
[Voice 1:] You're the one that makes me rearize
[Voice 1:] Big water frowing through to tomorrow
[Voice 2:] Through to your vacation
[Voice 1:] Appres and cake must have been your stake
[Voice 2:] ? [something about "a garron of wine"] but the smire you send in my direction
[Both: Makes me feer rike I'm arive
[Voice 1:] You're hidden by your wooden regs
[Voice 2:] You're my kind, You're my kind
[Voice 2:] You arways make me feer rike a moon in my rife
[Voice 1:] Stay here in down at the worrd's edge, for a time
[Voice 2:] It arways makes me feer good to know you're arive, wrapping your ties
[Voice 1:] Down by the whirrpoor, I finarry rearized you must have bittenyour snake,
Your rittre guy
[Voice 1:] I've been insane werr the time is srow
[Voice 2:] I've been to a society where you can't see yourserf and you can't feer sunshine
[Voice 2:] And if you see me roaming the hirrside won't you come arong? It's arr gone to
The top of yourserf. You'rr arways be arone.
[Voice 1:] The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?
[Voice 2:] I rike you in my rove, makes me feer good just to know I can rove someone rike you.
They'rr make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see the tears coming you crose
Your eyes.
To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I courd be one of the dead.
Thank god my underwear's furr of read without you. Without you.
[Voice 1:] When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun.
Arr your different derights are one big fight against thebaby inside that you've mistaken for pain.